Analysis of The Story of an Hour

The Story of an Hour, by Kate Chopin is the tragical story of a charwoman whose newfound position as a widow gives her strength. She develops a sense of freedom as she embraces her husbands death as an prospect to establish her own identity. The calamity is when her newfound identity gets stripped away as the visual aspect of her husband reveals that he is let off alive. The disappointment from this tragedy kills her with a heart attack typify the many conflicts that she faced end-to-end the story. The conflicts the character faces within her ego and friendship show that the brotherly norms for women were suppressing to their strength and individuality as human beings. \nThe character of Josephine is there to represent her conflict against hostelry. As the story starts up, she as Mrs. mallard  turns to her sister Josephine and weeps in her build up after hearing the jerky news of her husbands death. This is her acknowledging the affliction that familiarity expec ts her to feel. Her uncloudedness to Josephine represents the acceptance that came with playacting in accordance with what society pass judgment. The passage continues, When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her dwell alone.  The fact that she does not realise Josephine with her implies the conflict that is about to take on place. Josephine is the social norms, assuming that she is imperfect without her husband by her side. Mrs. Mallards closing off from this assumption represents that she has strength and roll in the hay stand on her own. This expected strength is confirmed as Chopin writes, Josephine was kneeling before the unlikeable entrance with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. Louise, open the door! I request; open the door. You will put to work yourself ill. The closed door to Josephine shows her closing to close her metaphorical door to the confinements of society. Josephines position of kneeling shows how more power this character has against society with her newfound freedom from the b...